how a day turns around..

because I woke up on the wrong the side of the bed.. and i was snippy at him when he was getting ready for work.. and I was in a rather foul mood.. and nothing seems to be going as planned that morning.. and I just wanted to throw a temper tantrum..

he ran from his work to pick me up from my flat so we could each have these:

Madame Sousou 321 Brunswick Street, Fitzroy

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and then after work he brought me to watch Last Tuesday Society – Plagiarism Edition

Yah Yah’s 99-101 Smith Street, Collingwood

where I found myself able to smile, laugh like a maniac & clap & hoot for the brilliant people on stage. Of course it helped my mood that wine is involved and talking to marvellous, talented people after the show was a great way to end what could have been a real crap day.

Good thing my man knows how to cheer me up

Monties, Smith St

Jack’s morning off, the sun shining and my intense craving for pancake brought us to Smith Street via our less trodden streets of Fitzroy.

• A block of flats (at least we think they’re flats) that Jack thought is very reminiscent of Europe on Kerr Street (i think?)
• My chocolate pancake smothered (yes SMOTHERED) in Vanilla icecream
• Jack’s Big Brekky
• and the fine establishment where we had them